Man of War – Excerpt No. 281

“You’re recovering nicely,” Susanna said.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust. In the pale light of the moon, he realised this was not the woman in white.

Whoever this was, she was beautiful, but Marc had no way to know if this was reality… This goes well beyond my regular fare of nightmares

“Who are you?” Marc asked.

The Contessa smiled and ran a cool open hand against the side of his face. It might have been a caress, but the dominion she held over him fuelled his distrust.

“It’s okay,” Susanna replied. “Remember.”

 Image of an Italian brunette, wearing simple clothing, standing by a window. She glows in the silver light of the moon. Background is a parlor appropriate for 16th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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